Venepoetics

“Your Dream-book is a numinous Computer...” (Wilson Harris)

6.30.2023

Venepoetics: A Postscript

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I started writing Venepoetics when I was living in Boston, in September of 2003, after a summer of reading many poetry blogs from the U.S. ...
4.27.2023

Canoabo en la noche / Vicente Gerbasi

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Canoabo in the Night The night invaded me and I was sad like a shut door.    Other doors organized the story of the night into flower stars ...
11.20.2022

La noche / Eugenio Montejo

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 The Night The night slowly gathers in my tree-like body. I am insomniac, immobile, as the cold stars of the fog fall into my hands with a l...
2.27.2022

Toda la noche / Guillermo Sucre

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 All Night All night the wind has been sounding through the trees all night I've loved you laborious fire I spark the instant give time ...
7.26.2021

Guillermo Sucre o el país imborrable / Antonio López Ortega

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 Guillermo Sucre or the Indelible Country     (Photo: Roberto Matta) In today's Venezuela, writers and intellectuals die without receivi...
7.22.2021

Diarios 2015-2017 (fragmento) / Armando Rojas Guardia

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Sitting on the steps by the door to the building where I live, I'm suddenly overwhelmed by a gust of solar light that nearly makes the s...
4.18.2021

Ser / Rafael Cadenas

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Being If you caught a glimpse why aren't you glowing? why is your language the same? why don't your words reach the body? Ah, it...
1.10.2021

La nada vigilante: II / Armando Rojas Guardia

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II   The impossible poem exhausts me before we even get started. I spell out its syllables without knowing them, merely disposed to a diapha...
8.11.2020

Lluvias / Armando Rojas Guardia (1949-2020)

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                                                            [ Armando Rojas Guardia, Caracas, c. 2019. Photo: Marlo Ovalles] Rains   Augus...
6.09.2020

Textos por fuera / Eleonora Requena

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Texts on the Outside [ Eleonora Requena / Esteban Fonseca ] • deciding not to wait increases the speed of the droplets another ...
3.24.2020

La pandemia / Armando Rojas Guardia

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The Pandemic The pandemic brings us back, even without our voluntarily intention, to the cosmic sense of existence. The same one I learned...
2.23.2020

Ovidio en Cabimbú / Ednodio Quintero

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Ovid in Cabimbú In a distant, ruined and today nearly forgotten country where people said there’d once been a paradise, the poet laureate,...
1.18.2020

Confesiones de un papelero estrafalario / Víctor Valera Mora

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Confessions of an Eccentric Stationer &#160 &#160 &#160&#160 &#160 &#160&#160 &#160 &#160&#160 ...
12.30.2019

Roma /10/1/73 / Víctor Valera Mora

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Rome /1/10/73 This cigarette butt This little bit of ground coffee This cherry yogurt These few grains of salt This fistful These cha...
12.01.2019

Navegaciones / Eugenio Montejo

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Navigations Returning at night when the trees stand watch turning off the lamps one by one and declining shutters darken, men and thei...
11.20.2019

Noche natal / Eugenio Montejo

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Native Night Caracas was further away than anything I’d ever dreamed of in my nothingness, that’s why it was night when I arrived and t...
11.03.2019

Si vuelvo alguna vez / Eugenio Montejo

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If I Ever Return If I ever return it’ll be for the birdsong. Not for the trees that will depart with me or eventually visit me in autum...
10.19.2019

Práctica del mundo / Eugenio Montejo

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Practice of the World Write clearly, God doesn’t wear eyeglasses. Don’t translate your deep music into numbers and codes. Words are bor...
9.01.2019

A Victoria de Stefano / Ednodio Quintero

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To Victoria de Stefano                                    [ Photo: Vasco Szinetar ] Reading Victoria de Stefano is a privilege, an aesth...
7.23.2019

Venezuela en verso / Javier Rodríguez Marcos

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Venezuela in Verse Venezuela has become a powerhouse of the poetry in Spanish that is relatively well-represented in Spain from a publish...
6.18.2019

Caracas ha muerto / Alonso Moleiro

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Caracas Has Died Caracas loses its hemodynamics. Its fury decomposes. Its vital signs are flattened. It’s losing its vitamins. Its defense...
6.17.2019

En la oscurana / Ednodio Quintero

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In the Gloom By candlelight, as if we were devotees of Saint Gaston Bachelard, my beloved Rosbelis and I sit down to share our cold frugal...
5.28.2019

Casi un país (16) / Elizabeth Schön

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Almost A Country (16)      Juan has arrived punctually. I like his suit, it’s the color of medlar. He doesn’t say a word to me; but it do...
5.27.2019

Casi un país (15) / Elizabeth Schön

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Almost A Country (15)      In a doorway a boy is playing with a perinola , its cord is bending with such agility, growing, curving, while...
5.18.2019

Casi un país (14) / Elizabeth Schön

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Almost A Country (14)     &nbspMaybe pushed by the wind, by the crowds, I have arrived at 23 de enero .     &nbsp 23 de enero i...
5.05.2019

Casi un país (13) / Elizabeth Schön

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Almost A Country (13)      Could I be a descendant of Humboldt, the man who discovered rivers, jungles, mountains, caves? * Casi un p...
4.27.2019

Casi un país (12) / Elizabeth Schön

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Almost A Country (12)      A bicycle is a huge seahorse, descending the tunnel. The air has the solidity of a feather. I want to touch th...
4.14.2019

Casi un país (11) / Elizabeth Schön

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Almost A Country (11)      I step onto Urdaneta Avenue. The crowd crosses it avidly, promptly, as if wanting to find out where it ends. T...
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Guillermo Parra
Poet. Translator of Israel Centeno, The Conspiracy (Phoneme Media, 2017), José Antonio Ramos Sucre, Selected Works: Expanded Edition (Noemi Press, 2016), Air on the Air: Selected Poems of Juan Sánchez Peláez (Black Square Editions, 2016) and José Antonio Ramos Sucre, From the Livid Country (Auguste Press, 2012). Author of Phantasmal Repeats (Petrichord Books, 2009) and Caracas Notebook (Cy Gist Press, 2006).
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